...sight, Some of hnsbandi, some of lovers, Which an empty dream discovers." The Eve of St. Agnes.— " Ah ! bitter chill it was ! The owl for all his feathers was a cold, The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass , Numb were the bead's-man's fingers while...

...Some of husbands, some of lovers, Which an empty dream discovers. The Eve of St. Agnes. Ah! hitter chill it was! The Owl, for all his feathers, was acold; The Hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the...

...awaken a desire for further acquaintance with his beauties : — TTke Ere of 81. Agna. St. Agnes' Eve t ved a very strong letter against him, which letter...sent to sir John, assuring him at the same time that grits, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : They told her how, upon St. Agnes' Eve, Young virgins...

...desire for further acquaintance with his beauties : — The Eve of SI. St. Agnes' Eve 1 Ah, t'.'.ter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was...a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen And silent was the flock in woolly fold . They told her how, upon St. Agnes' Eve, Young virgins might...

...made it the subject of one of his sweet and original poems. The following are a few stanzas from it. St. Agnes' Eve? Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl,...frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold. * •***'* They told her how upon St. Agnes' Eve Young virgins might have visions of delight, And soft...

...acquaintance with hit beauties :— The Eve of St. Agnei. St. Agnes' Eve 1 Ah, bitter chill it van ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare...frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ; They told her how, upon St. Agnes' Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight. And soft adorings...

...James Ashbury to the fore, is as nearly as possible barren of interest. That long winter interregnum " Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a cold ;" is yet scarcely at an end, the lamb and mint sauce notwithstanding, albeit balls and rumours...

...further acquaintance with his beauties : — 135 The Eve of St. Agnci. St. Agnes' Eve Î Ah, l/.ter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare lirap'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold . They told her...

...their flowers. — But we are forgetting the gloominess of winter — the nights we have braved : " Ah ! bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers,...frozen grass ; And silent was the flock in woolly fold. * * . * * * Hark ! 'tis an elfin storm from fairy-land." In the " Mirror of the Months" are the following...

...desire for further acquaintance with bii beauties: — The Eve of St. Agnet. St. Agnes' Evel Ah, titter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare Imip'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold . They told her...